Tuesday, 21 October 2014
Today I cried.
I lay on the tiles in the bathroom and I cried. I ate a bowl of silken, baked custard and let the tears roll down my cheeks. Then I cried some more.
I let them fall.
One after the other.
Until they were done.
Until I was done.
There wasn't a single cause. Nothing that was particularly worse or different. It was everything and nothing. All rolled into one.
Because sometimes life is too much.
Because sometimes my body is too much.
Because there is no weakness in tears, or the admission of their existence.
A pressure valve released.
I can collect myself and keep going. And I know,
I'll be okay.
All who are lovely enough to comment should be showered with cup cakes, glitter and macarons. I promise to use my spoon bending mind powers to try and get that happening for all who are lovely enough to share their words. Those who go the extra step to share posts should really get a free unicorn. Or at least the gift of finding the shortest and quickest line at the supermarket on a regular basis. xx
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sometimes it just gets to this
good to let it out
good to let the tears roll
...... great poem
Some times there is great strength in tears. Fighting coping and always trying to move forward, backwards is hard too do. Sometimes a good cry is like hitting the reset button. Repression can suck the humanity out of us..ReplyDelete
Been there... Many times...
Your loved cared for over the net...
Smiling and crying lead to snorting and other odd sounds
Hugs and more
I try not to cry too much because it can bring on a migraine now, mostly. But sometimes I cry and it will bring me s blessed calm for a few hours. A release. I'm sitting by my front window and just saw a delivery van go by. On the side it read, "Jimmy brings alchohol in 30 minutes." I wish I could order something, anything that would deliver something to help in 30 minutes. I cant do alcohol. If I could, I would.ReplyDelete
From Blue...feeling for you michelle. And for all of us.
That silken baked custard sounds wonderful.ReplyDelete
Sometimes that's it. That's all you can do, all you need to do to grind it out for another few hours or days or however long. I'm glad you cried, and I'm also glad you had custard.ReplyDelete